Bring the hidden out
I was walking through Yeovil to spend Boxing Day afternoon with friends. This poem caught my eye in the window of an empty shop. Yeovil is a small rundown town once the home of glove-making – covered the hands of…
Who are we becoming
Discernming the people, the communities and the church we are called to be at this time and place
Who are we becoming
Discernming the people, the communities and the church we are called to be at this time and place
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Pussy willow
This poem has taken more than a decade to come of age. I found the archeological remains literally on the back of a torn, empty A4 envelope a few weeks ago, and this evening inspiration has flown in from wherever…
Foreseeing: Mary pondered these things in her heart
Foreseeing: a Christmas reflection Luke 2:19 At the Bath and Wells Clergy Gathering Matt Harvey our poet-in-residence talked to us about the Norwegian concept of ‘kenning’. I’d never heard of it before – the art of ‘describing a physical object…